"Wait," he murmurs, voice half-strangled, as the heat of her lips touches against the anxious throb between his legs. He doesn't remember the last time a woman's done this -- to him, because she wanted to. As good as it feels, House can't forget the tremors running up his side, warnings of weakness in his leg, threatening to buckle from please.
"Wait," he says again, voice angrier this time. Annoyed with himself. He rolls away from her, onto her bed, where he sits heavily on the edge of it, one hand cradling his head and rubbing away a threatening headache, as the other gropes for her chest. Finds it. Strokes up under her shirt to find a firm, young breast.
"I can't stand. I can't ... " He doesn't want her kneeling there on her knees either, and uses the spread of his palm to work up over her shoulder and pull her forward, over his chest. On top of him.
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Date: 2013-09-20 03:43 am (UTC)"Wait," he says again, voice angrier this time. Annoyed with himself. He rolls away from her, onto her bed, where he sits heavily on the edge of it, one hand cradling his head and rubbing away a threatening headache, as the other gropes for her chest. Finds it. Strokes up under her shirt to find a firm, young breast.
"I can't stand. I can't ... " He doesn't want her kneeling there on her knees either, and uses the spread of his palm to work up over her shoulder and pull her forward, over his chest. On top of him.